After raising children for over fifteen years in America, memory of my great grandfather lost political and ideological connotations for me. I simply want my daughter and son to know him and the culture left in the past. That's why we traveled to Addis Ababa. And we lived in Russia for two years -- they know their Russian heritage as well. Our children are about to enter the most difficult time of shaping their own identity and I hope that memory of their invisible past can help them. That's why we all working on this website. There are four of us behind Haile Sellassie Cyber Museum.
The name of Haile Sellassie will find its way back to the official Ethiopian history without me, but I want to be a part of this process. Esther
It was abvious in 1930, 1950, 1985. It's abvious today. Most of all Ethiopia needs EDUCATION. The country needs knowledge to create the wealth. Ethiopia is the poorest nation on earth and her problems are borne of poverty. The rich countries have their problems, which are ahead for Ethiopians.
Ethiopians need books - and they will have food. Ethiopia needs educated Ethiopians in Ethiopia....

Before I can talk about mission and goals of Haile Sellassie Foundation, here is some background. (From Chapter. 1984, H.I.M.)

How it all began

["New York Times" 1985 (right). "We are the World": fundraising for Ethiopia]

["Washington Times" 1985 article about how the funds were used by the military regime in Addis Ababa.] (not posted yet)

II. WE ARE THE CHILDREN...

1984

Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? (Jeremiah XIII, 23)

Ethiopians, good runners, are slow, therefore the divine
liturgy asked them to dance. King David danced in front of the
Convent. Jesus danced after the last Supper. They sing for God to
hear and they dance for Lord to see. That's the only time when
they let their bodies to pray. Judging by the way they dance,
they are true believers.

There were thousands of starving people without reason to
rush to life or death. Starvation, not hunger, takes away the
body, leaving the soul alone, alien by its nature to space and
gravity. In Lent the spirit feeds the soul. In starvation there
is no spirit; the soul becomes airy, making blood pale and cold.
After losing its form, the soul disperses into corners of the
body, which feels light and transparent. It seems that the air
goes through the skin and there is no need to breathe. No need at
all. This is how peace and freedom come about. No, the Ethiopians
have no special pride or dignity. The world simply never had a
closer look at starving humans. Yes, death by starvation is
noble. There is no agony, no struggle, no pain. Trees die this
way. They stop breathing and fall asleep. Once the body
surrenders its domineering powers, the soul wants to leave this
world -- it is in another world already. Starving souls don't
want to survive because they are saved. Others have to feed them
and bring them back to our world. Starving is having no will to
live; in heaven there is no will but peace.

Droughts were no stranger to Eritrea, Tigre, Wallo, Shoa,
and the great famines that came with it. Ethiopian monks proud of
their recorded history wrote down stories about hunger of the
ninth century and ten major famines that occurred within the two
centuries following the expulsion of Muslim invaders in 1540.
They, "the burnt people," the Ethiopians, learned to survive. The
great famine of the last century caused widespread death and
devastation all over the country, but they lived through hunger,
and then in 1916 came another drought, then again in 1927, then
again before the Italian war in 1934... And with every famine,
the people ran from the condemned land to the south toward the
better watered highlands of central Shoa. Famines were a part of
their history of surviving. Famines moved the black tribes down
farther and farther south. The Great Menelik II completed this
migration as a military conquest. His empire was born in the
times of the scramble for Africa, and the Ethiopians were the
only native African nation among the European colonial powers to
rule other Africans. The great famine came to punish the victors.
It came in 1957 to warn the last emperor, and in 1964, and most
severely in 1972. They say Haile Sellassie suppressed news about
the catastrophe in Wallo, refused to appeal for help, and even
exported Ethiopian grain. The new red rulers learned about that
old punishment in 1985. Ancient gods of Abyssinia struck the
communist empire with all their might. Over a million lives were
lost. Did you repent, burnt people? Did you cry and drop your new
flags and idols? Did you pray?

It came from the North again. The force. All knew that it
was coming. The breath of the desert. Even the scholars knew
their Ethiopian Africa as Sub-Sahara, under the desert land. The
mountains had surrendered to powers of sun. The sun was a giver,
and who are we to blame the source of life? You pray for another
gift of life -- rain.

They were here before the times of Solomon. They lived here
when the mighty Egyptian civilization disappeared, when the Greek
Wonder ended and the Roman Empire collapsed. They carried their
kingdom through centuries of Christianity, Islam, and colonial
wars. They never changed their ways and didn't want to be changed
even under the brutal hands of communist gods. They survived
because they never changed anything and now they were dying
because they didn't know how to live in the changed world. Now it
was their time to meet the world -- finally the Grand End of
local times reached the forgotten mountainous empire. It was time
to die. Everything was mortal in the old universe, and --
Ethiopia, like every other traditional nation, committed suicide,
starving herself to death.

If it became dry, if it became very dry.
People entered it for its three hundred market-places;
The king Darsesa went out and settled down in it,
The king Oqbate went out and settled down in it,
The king Amerga went out and settled down in it;
They put in it the bracelet of the king Amerga.
O intestines, listen; sinews, listen!
One has hit us with an iron stick,
Our flesh has become garlic.
It is because of your child, of your Arabo,
It is because of your child, of your Buserya.
He slaughtered you like a lamb,
He tied your feet to kill you like a bull.
Arabo! What have you not eaten in the house of the victim!
Busere! What have you not eaten!
You have eaten the haunch of a big ox,
You have eaten the tail of a castrated animal;
Anker-honey vanquished you so much have you eaten of it,
Denker-honey vanquished you.
Even though you were not a small calf
He cut your throat.
If there is a future life,
You will enter early in the morning;
May one seat you on the gano-toga,
On the golden bed of the karar-house. [Old Gurage song]

The Baltics -- the states of Estonia, Latvia and, perhaps,
Litvinia -- disappeared in 1985. Or was it Moldova? No, it was
Holland! Oh? In one year the whole population of Switzerland
died. Did you noticed? I'm sorry, it was the state of Maryland.
What am I saying -- it was Chicago which suddenly died out. You
know, things happen. In 1983 there was such a place "Chicago" --
and in 1985 they all vanished, gone...
American government, of course, didn't count the bodies, nobody did. Lets say -- half a million, or three millions? Another number. The Russians still don't know how many citizens of the USSR they lost in WW II -- twenty or twenty seven
millions! Did you hear the news -- there's another million of unaccountable Jews were killed, according to the British secret archives! Dead. What to talk about.

Let dead burry the dead. Americans treat past accordingly -- dead. They. big and small, with all their wisdoms and weaknesses, hopes and problems, are gone. Nothing could be done. We are disposable like everything else. We keep the best, we record, thank you very much. Frankly, it's good that time is mortal. Why should we keep all the garbage? We need to fporget in order to go ahead. We got this lesson from the past!
The future of the future? It has none.

...We are the children... I know what bothered me -- "the children." The children in Ethiopia with AK-47 were shooting each other. We are the world...

The postmodern world of rockers and miscellaneous celebrities was sending food to the prehistorical desert. Simulacra proved to be more powerful. Images of starvation generated emotions and the charity industry went into full swing.
The food were received by the army, which was killing the people.